Poetry-Thing Thursday: All Will Fade to Black

In space,
a cosmic place,
we’ll see stars,
Earthen binds no longer ours.

Colonies,
built to appease,
citizens who’ve been uprooted,
their species’ destiny rerouted.

Breathing air,
made with care,
for each loss is precious,
as the need of life progresses.

Terra-forming.
Planet-Warming.
Such shall become our ways,
science and tech our mainstays.

We’ll harvest suns,
hydrogen tons,
use them to fuel our ships,
and cruise the void for trips.

And then one day,
we’ll have had our way,
and all will fade to black,
us and the ‘verse,
ne’er to look back.